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As a child what I remember wanting most was to be as American as Apple Pie. I wanted my parents to speak English without an accent, I wanted to have an American style turkey (no idea what that meant) for Thanksgiving dinner, and not one prepared in the same way my Mom made roast chicken […]

January 11, 2015 On our trip to Toronto last month we stayed in a hotel that we had chosen based on location and convenience. The sad occasion for the trip, (my father-in-law had passed away), seemed to be echoed by the hotel. Built in some era long ago, the front part of the property was […]

They came to America on the S.S. Argentina, sailing out of Genoa, Italy, in 1952, my parents and sister, five-year old Anie. My sister said our mother spent the entire trip in their cabin below deck, fighting seasickness. Anie spent the days running around having fun, following our father who apparently spent most of the […]

My sister is in town, and it isn’t surprising that the conversation often turns to our mother, hers and mine. The discussion typically begins with Anita recalling how, “our mother used to say…” ,”used to prepare…”, “used to pronounce…” or “used to like…”, and ends when I respond by saying, “not my mother.” There are […]

If you are the kind of person who looks for changes that occur with each season, even subtle changes, you might notice that the leaves are not as bright as they were during the summer. Their beauty is not in any way diminished, it is just different. The Fall palette is everywhere. Inside my home, […]

Certain rituals signaled that the holidays were approaching. The parquet floors of our apartment were waxed, the silver Kiddush cups, candelabra, sugar bowl and prongs (used to pick up the sugar cubes) were polished , new dresses were bought, and shoes were purchased at Buster Brown. I still remember walking up several stairs to the little […]

Rice was a staple in my mother’s kitchen. Always prepared in the most basic way, it was never the centerpiece of the meal but occupied the role of ” the starchy” side dish. My mother bought Uncle Ben’s and cooked it in salted boiling water. Period. There were two ways that it was served, with hot milk and sugar […]